On a clear summer morning, birds chirped in waves.
Their calls, at times soaring and melodious, at times gentle and deep, were incredibly rhythmic.
It was unknown what those birds had done to be so merry.
Within Xuanxu Temple.
Little Taoist Jin Xu sat in the center of the main hall, on a meditation cushion older than himself, receiving guests.
Welcoming visitors who came to buy incense was simply known as receiving guests.
Although Jin Xu was now a Taoist with a huge fortune in spirit stones, sitting idle and depleting his resources wasn't in his nature.
Selling blessing incense sticks as a side business, after all, even a mosquito's leg is meat.
Of course, the main reason was that he wanted to find something to do for himself, and today's sales were quite good.
Early in the morning, the incense burner in front of the ancestral master's statue was already densely packed with dozens of sticks of incense.
